Genichiro: Lightning Strikes Twice

Summary: A boy with nothing was given a purpose, so he shed his humanity. A man, was given life once again, but lost everything. Free of the grip of war, a lone Dragon tries to find a new purpose, but never quite succeeds. Should he find that purpose in avenging a long lost piece of land and follow the path of Shura or finding true happiness and leaving something meaningful behind…it is up to him.

Note: A non-canon sequel fic that takes place after the events of the game. The story will obviously follow the character we know as Genichiro Ashina, Isshin's grandson and Sekiro's supposed arch-enemy.

This story follows the Return Ending, where Sekiro and the Divine Child begin their journey to the Divine Dragon's birthplace. Emma is still alive and somewhere around Japan. Genichiro is fully dead, but not quite out of the picture. And 'lo and behold, an OC of mine is coming. Yes, please hit me with your torches and call me how shitty of an author I am.

Seriously though, constructive critisicm wouldn't hurt me.

Amongst all the wreckage and literal mountains of bodies, a boy could be seen staggering about. In his hand, he held a bell charm close to his chest- likely a gift given to him by his mother near her final moments. Though his body was visibly shuddering, his face was dull…almost lacking emotion.

The boy saw another boy, somewhat his age, seating near two corpses. The other boy was approached by a giant of an elderly man, with a feathery cape covering his shoulders.

There was also a young girl, that was eating a rice ball with a monkey.

Then he heard them…the sound of man shuffling about and horses hitting the ground with their hoofs.

The boy hid or tried to at least. He didn't know if these men where as hostile as the rest. As the killers of his family. He saw that the majority of them had passed him, so he snuck up, but a hand quickly halted his getaway.

The young boy flinched when a soft but strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. He gasped a little at the sight of the legendary warrior- Isshin Ashina. A man who was proclaimed as a literal war god by his own people.

"Well, what do we have here…What's a hatchling like yourself doing here…?" Isshin's voice was surpassingly soft when addressing him. He seemed curious and sympathetic. "Which clan are you from, boy?"

The boy did not answer. But Isshin saw how his eyes darkened in a gloomy and sad way and he immediately understood. He scoffed and gently grabbed the boy's chin, making it so their eyes met.

"When I look into your eyes…I see a boy who has no land to call his home and no people to call his own." Isshin extended his arm and gave the young one a smile, "Would you like to join my people then, young one…?"

The boy stared in confusion. He didn't know what it was he should do. The greatest warrior around these lands…was offering a place in his own family. Just for him…a peasant's boy.

It seemed unrealistic and ridiculous, but…he took the hand that was offered to him. He was shaking and panning it out, but he took it nonetheless.

The boy was given to Isshin's oldest child, to be raised as his firstborn.

It was found out that he had a natural talent with the bow, so like the Ashina, the boy adopted the name 'Genichiro', as well.

He was raised well by Isshin and his son- Yoshihio Ashina. He was taught well by Lady Tomoe. And he came to be respected greatly by the people Ashina.

And thus, Genichiro as everyone knew him was born. He had nothing in the aftermath of the war and even before that, he had very little. Ashina gave him much more than what he could have ever hoped for.

A name.

A family.

Respect.

A high position in authority.

Power and skills.

Intelligence.

And most of all- a purpose to live and fight for. A purpose that will become so deeply embedded in his mindset…that he would shed humanity itself for the sake of Ashina.